Phil was… Different. Felt different. He didn’t want to call it a mid-life crisis but the agent thought it was probably time he had one. Everything about him was being flipped upside down. ‘Life would never top that time in New York with the those Avengers’, everyone one in the agency would say. Apparently they’d all forgotten they worked for S.H.I.E.L.D.. But there was still others as pessimistic as Phil. Fury was the perfect example. After all, if he wasn’t on his toes every meeting, even mundane meetings like this one, he wouldn’t be the Director.
But the meeting was still boring. Phil’s short day off for his birthday had ended and his spot by Fury’s soap box remained. He stood at ease by the main screens, all the other agents watching the boss in view. When was the last time Phil had tuned in? They were talking about the Bermuda case weren’t they?
The agent blinked a few times, raises his gaze to the screens, glancing over the mindless numbers and statistics. This was going to be a long Monday.